With every stitch out of the way I stood there with my cock jutting out in all its glory. Watching me over her shoulder she gave a low whistle, "Oh......my... goodness! Why don't you just plant that right here," reaching a hand underneath her to point out the very spot. I glanced over at the naked glass of the windows. "Don't worry," she whispered, "yours is the only apartment that could see me at this angle. And you're already here to see me at this angle."The sight of her was so mesmerizing,. Back home the friendship between Rhonda and Pam grew and we got to the point where two weeks never went by without Pam and Jared having dinner with us or us having dinner at their place. They barbecued with us on Memorial Day, we picnicked together on the Fourth of July and we burned meat at their place on Labor Day. It was on the second Thursday of September that I found out that Pam and Rhonda weren't the only ones who had gotten close. I had a customer flying in from Detroit and I was going. He ran his tongue down over her belly and, after the slightest of pauses, lapped at Linda’s sopping slit. Her hands were on his head. When he took her engorged clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, it was more than she could stand.“Oh god! I’m cumming. I…don’t…believe it… Oh god!” She bucked up against his face uncontrollably as her first orgasm overtook her. When it subsided she was breathless.James moved up until the head of his cock was just touching Linda’s now. ’ Karen’s fears were quickly forgotten as she talked with Christie. Everything was fine, until later that afternoon…. ‘Mr. Mendoza, may I go to the bathroom?’ asked Karen. ‘Yes.’ Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair in front of a mirror. Karen steeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as the first stall when Betty turned around. ‘Hello, there little girl,’ said Betty. ‘You.